Happy Monday, Pittsburgh!
I hope your week is off to a good start. If not, here’s an excerpt from Lucie Brock-Broido’s third collection, “Trouble in Mind” to brighten up your day!
When, after many years, the raptor beak
Let loose of you,
He dropped your tiny body
In the scarab-colored hollow
Of a carriage, left you like a finch
Wrapped in its nest of linens wound
With linden leaves in a child’s cardboard box.
Tonight the wind is hover-
Hunting as the leather seats of swings go back
And forth with no one in them
As certain and invisible as
Red scarves silking endlessly
From a magician’s hollow hat
And the spectacular catastrophe
Of your endless childhood